Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Kinzoku


I was reading through my journal and found this:

"....all I know is you are the coolest person I have ever met. If this was a movie you'd be the one I like the best- I like the way you shut doors, open books and I like the way you come into class. If this was a movie you'd be James Dean.
I can't make any predictions but all I know is I will love you always and you'll never have to be alone. "

Bum darters 4 lyf

All that said;

The last shows[1] always seem to be the most intimate, the most tender, it is almost as if they were trying to hold on for dear life, and it just reminds me of how sad everything is, and how Peter and Carlos wanted the Libertines to last more deeply, more intensely than any of us. 
It breaks my heart, every day. 




[1] http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3bgDAr1LJYw, playing "What Katie Did" at the Filthy Mc Nasty's in 2004. Oh the memories. (I mean of the night I first watched this on youtube). GAWD. 

Youngstahs


Look at these motherfuckers. 
Thanks for breaking up my favorite band, you bastards. 

On solo stuff of people who should have stuck together till the end of ends



Peter without Carlos. Still poignant. Still Poetry.
Still not the Libertines. 
"Bilo and Biggles go together like a cup of Earl Grey and Giggles. "

The Space Invaders are here


Dearies
This blog was brought on by a realization of the loneliness that technology can bring. As illustrated in The Great Escape by Blur and OK Computer by Radiohead and so on[1].
A blog without gifs? you might ask. That would be like real life without magic. Peter without Carlos. Or Carlos without Peter. But sometimes you've got to know when to quit and see a psychiatrist, you know[2]. I just wish they made more than two albums, man.  And that they are still besties if not emotionally involved in an unhealthy manner. And that somewhere over the rainbow the dreams that we dare to dream they really do come true.
I digress.
The title is something out of "Black Books". Smart' phones are going to be the death of us all.

Love,
Jasun




[1] That was meant to be lighthearted but it just sounds sad

[2] Well technically, only Carlos saw the psychiatrist.